>>24981388Wrong pic, OP.It's Faber&Faber for fiction and Scarlet Imprint for non fiction.
well i have a year left until i get my bachelors in nursing in hopes of surpassing this masterpiece
>>24981396Gee, Faber has gone to shit
make it and they will come
>>24981396>Reddit slop and schizo trannie occult sub-slopI'm safe.
>>24981388>how will you compete in today's marketplaceMy work will be good enough to spread by word of mouth.
>>24981388The two environut-clad agents stalked the long trench of glowing plant matter, weapons fixed firmly forwards, scanning the vibrant stream that oscillated beneath them."So, what's our extraction point?"The silence over the intralink told her the answer.A wide smile drew across her face."How are we getting the information out then?"A delayed response—a chuckle from him. Good, she thought. No greenhorn."You think they ran out of red shirts?" the woman scoffed."This one has our names," he said, voice steady."Ah. One-way invitation into the unknown. My name is REDACTED," he turned to look at her, and she held his gaze.After a long pause, he simply replied, "REDACTED.""Well, REDACTED, what brings you to this luminescent sewage outlet?""Fuck.""Fuck.""This is bad.""What's your nestic gauge?""It's been running a lethal dose for almost a minute. Yours?""I'm at a minute 30, but there's a problem.""Let me guess, the suit has used about an hour's worth of nastic running at a maximum dose?""Try three hours.""Fuck.""Fuck."The realisation felt in the eyes, the acute awareness of the future eroding as their past unravels. In a single point the end of the muzzle."If you had to guess, how long have we been here?""I have a full beard.""……""I don't know if I'm the clean-cut type, but for argument's sake, I probably shaved before going on a date.""My fingers are poking into the suit; I don't strike myself as the type who gets French tips before an incursion.""We have a huge problem.""I have four shots left.""My clip is dry."The forward agent reaches for his belt."Looks like I already used the ace up my sleeve.""Throw me a marble.""Last one.""My fucking hair is covering the visor.""Hold on, REDACTED.""Wait, how the fuck do you know my name?""I can see the exit.""What's going on?""Shit. Where are my nestics? Somebody's ripped out the nestics on my suit.""Who the fuck are you? Lower your weapon.""What's happening? Put me down."A dull thud and a gasp for air.A spotlight blares in REDACTED's face."I am… who… am I?""How the fuck did you get out of the anomaly?""What's happening?"Suddenly, a council member enters the room."What's your name!"Looking down at the hand, a name carved into the skin, scarred into it from long ago: REDACTED.The council member looks at the hand, a heart scarred into the skin with the name "REDACTED.""Why wasn't that healed?" he asks calmly."There's nothing to heal," REDACTED responds.The council member, looking at the empty heart-shaped scar on his hand, stands from the table, turning to leave the room."This investigation is over. We're on the first jump out. Collapse the anchor. This reality is closed."who cares
>>24981388Become a podcaster and when I reach atleast 1000 monthly listeners I can start shilling my book and have the first 100 people sign up to get a special 1st edition sent to them. Then when all those are gone I will start to shill it harder.
>>24981831Really good stuff anon, I never read anything remotely close to this genre but the line 'i have a full beard' absolutely slayed me. Well done.
>>24983000kek the humour of it is strikeing i was useing gpt to edit and spitball with its not very good but its not bad ur post illuminated the humour that is hilarious unintentionaly so infact heres an update the ai just dosent "get it" it has no idea what im doing even when i prompt it lol but then againt your post reminds me about the bueaty that is hidden maybe i dont get it eather lmfao this was a story made to be a "tik tok" of storys
>>24983000Reworked Draft with Growing Emotional Intimacy in the Memory Layer:The two envirosuit-clad agents stalked the long trench of glowing plant matter, weapons fixed firmly forwards, scanning the vibrant stream that oscillated beneath them.[Suit Meta-Recording: Timestamp 00:00:23: “Agent REDACTED: Position—trench 06-B. Oxygen: 87%. Ammunition: 800 rounds remaining. Nestic dosage: 32% depletion. Vital signs: stable. Weapon systems online.]"So, what's our extraction point?"The silence over the intralink told her the answer.[Memory Recall: "It’s been hours, maybe days, since she last felt this. His presence beside her. So close she can almost hear his heartbeat under the weight of the mission. The world is full of fire, but in this moment, it’s just the two of them. The fight doesn’t matter. Not when he’s near."]A wide smile drew across her face."How are we getting the information out then?"A delayed response—a chuckle from him. Good, she thought. No greenhorn.[Suit Meta-Recording: Timestamp 00:00:47: “Query response delayed. Extraction point not found. Suit malfunction detected. Ammunition use: 2 rounds. Vital signs: Agent REDACTED: mild fatigue. Oxygen: 85%. Nestic: 36%.”]"You think they ran out of red shirts?" the woman scoffed."This one has our names," he said, voice steady.[Memory Recall: "It’s been like this for as long as she can remember—fighting side by side. But today, something’s different. She feels it in the way he says her name, in the way the light shifts between them. She can’t place it, but she feels the shift in the air. A promise. Unspoken. But shared."]"Ah. One-way invitation into the unknown. My name is REDACTED," he turned to look at her, and she held his gaze.After a long pause, he simply replied, "REDACTED."(enjoy its semi slop it would take me hours to fix i spent about 2 hours on this)
>>24983034[Suit Meta-Recording: Timestamp 00:01:12: “Agent REDACTED: Name verified. Ammunition consumption: 15 rounds. Oxygen: 83%. Nestic use: 39%. Vital signs: stable—minor fluctuations.”]"Well, REDACTED, what brings you to this luminescent sewage outlet?"[Memory Recall: "The crackle of static echoes between them, the walls lighting up with a strange, violet glow. But it’s his voice that cuts through the noise, warm and steady, even in the midst of it all. She focuses on him, on that warmth, even when the world around them crumbles."]"Fuck."[Suit Meta-Recording: Timestamp 00:01:39: “Agent REDACTED: Emotional disturbance detected. Nestic gauge: 45%. Alert—possible memory shift. Prepare for combat mode.”]"Fuck.""This is bad.""What's your nestic gauge?""It's been running a lethal dose for almost a minute. Yours?""I'm at a minute 30, but there's a problem."[Suit Meta-Recording: Timestamp 00:02:05: “Agent REDACTED: Nestic gauge dangerously high. 50% depletion. Critical. Combat engagement status: live fire. Oxygen: 76%. 62 rounds fired in the last 7 seconds.”]"Let me guess, the suit has used about an hour's worth of nastic running at a maximum dose?""Try three hours."[Memory Recall: "She thinks back to their first mission. The first time they were on the edge of something, and it wasn’t just the fight. It was something in the way he looked at her, the way his eyes softened, even for a second. It felt like it was always going to be them. But now—now, in the chaos, she wonders if this is their last mission together."]"Fuck.""Fuck."[Suit Meta-Recording: Timestamp 00:02:40: “Agent REDACTED: Ammunition consumption: 122 rounds. Nestic dosage: 60% used. Oxygen: 62%. Critical readings—adrenaline imbalance detected.”]The realization felt in the eyes, the acute awareness of the future eroding as their past unravels. In a single point, the end of the muzzle.[Suit Meta-Recording: Timestamp 00:02:57: “Agent REDACTED: Target acquisition confirmed. Active combat engagement continues. Ammunition: 420 rounds remaining. Oxygen: 60%. Vital signs: Critical.”]"If you had to guess, how long have we been here?""I have a full beard.""……"[Memory Recall: "She feels her heart racing. It’s not from the firefight. It’s from the thought of him. Their time together is fleeting, slipping away like sand through her fingers. But in that fleeting moment, it’s the love that burns brightest."]"I don't know if I'm the clean-cut type, but for argument's sake, I probably shaved before going on a date."
>>24983037"My fingers are poking into the suit; I don't strike myself as the type who gets French tips before an incursion."[Suit Meta-Recording: Timestamp 00:03:10: “Agent REDACTED: Nestic disturbance: 67% usage. Ammunition consumption: 210 rounds. Oxygen: 62%. Critical readings—adrenaline imbalance detected.”]"We have a huge problem.""I have four shots left.""My clip is dry."The forward agent reaches for his belt."Looks like I already used the ace up my sleeve.""Throw me a marble.""Last one.""My fucking hair is covering the visor.""Hold on, REDACTED.""Wait, how the fuck do you know my name?"[Suit Meta-Recording: Timestamp 00:03:47: “Agent REDACTED: Memory conflict detected. Query: personal history connection—subject appears emotionally affected. Engagement request: retrieve extraction.”]"I can see the exit.""What's going on?""Shit. Where are my nestics? Somebody's ripped out the nestics on my suit.""Who the fuck are you? Lower your weapon.""What's happening? Put me down."A dull thud and a gasp for air.A spotlight blares in REDACTED's face.[Suit Meta-Recording: Timestamp 00:04:05: “Agent REDACTED: Final memory registered. Exit confirmed. Query: identity unconfirmed. Status: reality breach—critical.”]"I am… who… am I?""How the fuck did you get out of the anomaly?""What's happening?"Suddenly, a council member enters the room."What's your name!"Looking down at the hand, a name carved into the skin, scarred into it from long ago: REDACTED.The council member looks at the hand, a heart scarred into the skin with the name "REDACTED.""Why wasn't that healed?" he asks calmly."There's nothing to heal," REDACTED responds.The council member, looking at the empty heart-shaped scar on his hand, stands from the table, turning to leave the room."This investigation is over. We're on the first jump out. Collapse the anchor. This reality is closed."hope you enjoy it its really not that good sadly but it has some nice ideas
>>24983030Perhaps it's because I'm unfamiliar with the genre, but when I read the original, I presumed it was intended to be disorienting. In more conventional writing, you'd have dialogue tags, space orientation and action attribution. I don't think it's bad. A lot of genre writing is like this, imperfect, a little try-hard (the jargon) but rapid fire pacing and strong voice. Some of the dialogue is genuinely good.
>>24983080The two envirosuit clad agents stalked the long trench of glowing plant matter weapons fixed firmly forwards scanning the vibrant stream that ossiclated beneath them"So whats are extraction point"the silence over the intra link told here the answera wide smile drew across here face"how are we getting the information out then"a delayed responsea chuckle from the agent good she thought this is no greenhorn"you think they ran out of fucking red shirts the woman scoffs""this one had our names on it" a calm responded"ohh joy a one way invitation into the unknown so whats your name""hey who said its one way""that fucking reality tech that almost broke his hand activating the anchor""what anchor""it was a 15megaton station nestled between two supermassive's in the black part of where the sun don't shine and we had a 200sqft barrak""shit iv never seen one that big before""since when did you start having to see to belive"another chuckle"All the same I cant tell you my name I have a reputation to uphold afterall""well Im REDACTED and this isn't the first invitation I wish I turned down""your REDACTED ….. a long pause im REDACTED I guess we can dispense with the professionalism then""well "REDACTED what brings you to this luminescent sewage outlet""fuck""fuck""this is bad""whats your nestic gauge""its been running a leathel dose for almost a minute yours"" im at a minute 30 but there's a problem""let me guess the suit has used about an hours worth of nastic running at a maximum dose""try 3 hours""fuck""fuck""if you had to guess how long have we been here ""I have a full beard""...……""I don't know if im the clean cut type but for arguments sake I probably shaved before going on a date""my nails are poking into the suit I don't strike myself as the person who gets French tips before an incursion""we have a huge problem""I have 4 shots left""my clip is dry"the forwards agent reaches for his belt"looks like I already used the ace up my sleve""throw me a marble""last one""my fucking hair is covering the visor""hold on REDACTED""wait how the fuck do you know my name""I can see the exit""whats going on""shit where are my nestics somebodys ripped out the nestics on my suit""Who the fuck are you lower your weapon""whats happening put me down"a spotlight blares in REDACTED's face"I am, who ,am I"how the fuck did you get out of the anomaly "whats happening"suddenly a council member enters the room "whats your name!""looking down at the hand a name carved into the skin scared into it from long ago REDACTED"the council member looks at the hand a heart scarred into the skin with the name "REDACTED""why wasn't that healed he asks calmly""REDACTED responds there's nothing to heal" the council member *looking down at his heart shaped scar on his hand turns to leave the room*"this investigation is over I want REDACTED on the first jump out collapse the anchor this reality is closed"
>>24983080>>24983096kek the entire thing is a dialouge this is the draft i made in about 15mins i was trying to layer super complex shit into it so asked ai to help .... it was helpful at times lmfao i could fix it myself but it would take 20 or 30 hours feel free to add notes you have a flair for it
Just riding around the country stealing my competition from all the libraries and bookstores or just damaging it so they don't want to read it. Splash urine on them, draw all over the cover and all sides with a marker, as well as the first 10 pages
